"Ahh Yes! ～～～～～～”

In the gorgeous palace, there were bursts of screams, and several palace maids and eunuchs stood there, trembling all over, but none of them dared to step forward.

Lan Jingqin held a cup of tea, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, slightly stroked her slightly raised lower abdomen with one hand, and looked indifferently at the woman who was already wet with sweat on the ground: "Lan Jingrou, Lan Jingrou, tell me about you, if you didn't fight to enter the palace, how could you end up today?!" ”

Lan Jingrou gritted her teeth, because she was holding her stomach, she couldn't see her lower body, but the stickiness under the palm of her hand let her know what was happening at this time.

"Sister, sister, I beg you, save my child, save my child!" The amniotic fluid is exhausted, and she is already having a difficult birth at this time, and if there is no midwife to come, not to mention herself, even the unborn child in this womb, she will definitely not survive.

"Save you?! All right!!! Lan Jingqin raised her lips and smiled, and put down the teacup in her hand.

But she didn't want to, she didn't walk towards the outside of the hall, but laboriously lifted the stool in front of the dresser in the hall.

"Sister?!" Lan Jingrou was puzzled, gritted her teeth and said, "Sister, go and help me find the imperial doctor and the midwife!" ”

Lan Jingqin turned around, her body swayed a little, and the palace maid on the side saw this, and hurriedly stepped forward to gently support her.

"Get out of here!" Glaring at the palace maid, Lan Jingqin smiled and said, "Sister, don't worry, sister is here to save you!" ”

As she spoke, the stool in her hand slammed into Lan Jingrou.

"You!" Lan Jingrou's eyes widened, and she forcibly moved her upright belly with pain.

With a bang, the stool didn't hit Lan Jingrou's stomach, but smashed her right hand that was propped up on the ground into a bloody blur.

"Lan Jingqin?!" She has a gentle temperament, but she is not a fool, and Lan Jingqin has a little bit of a desire to save her.

Lan Jingqin gasped slightly, raised her hand again and stroked her lower abdomen: "Sister, do you know why you gave birth today, but your majesty didn't come?!" ”

Lan Jingrou lowered her eyes, she didn't want to know, she didn't want to at all.

However, Lan Jingqin would wait for her to answer, and then said, "I heard that Your Majesty went to Qiu Fengyi today. ”

A burst of pain hit her lower body, Lan Jingrou supported her eyes slightly, only feeling that her body was light and fluttering, as if she didn't feel it at all.

Seeing this, Lan Jingqin frowned, turned her head to look at the palace maid who wanted to help her before, and said angrily: "Go and bring the teapot." ”

The palace maid was stunned for a moment, and obediently took the teapot.

The dancôme-coated fingers stroked slightly, feeling the temperature of the body of the pot, Lan Jingqin suddenly opened the lid of the pot and splashed towards Lan Jingrou.

"I haven't finished my sentence yet, my good sister, how can you fall asleep?!"

Lan Jingrou's body trembled, but she still didn't have the strength to open her eyes, and she just heard it in a daze.

"Do you know why His Majesty didn't come today?!"

"Because he thinks that what you have in your belly is nothing more than a relationship with others. A wild seed of the combination! ”

Bastard?!

Before losing consciousness, Lan Jingrou's mind flashed in a daze the scene when Lan Jingqin entered the palace with her cousin she hadn't seen for many years, as well as Lan Zhizhen's happy smile and extremely cold expression when she was pregnant.

Lan Zhizhen is in your heart, am I so untrustworthy?

It turned out that the qiē between them could not resist the provocation of people with intentions.

Trying to widen her eyes, Lan Jingrou looked at Lan Jingqin with a hideous face.

"I'm a ghost, and I won't let you go"

"Then you're going to do the hell too!" Not afraid of Lan Jingrou's expression at all, Lan Jingqin turned around and walked out of the hall with a sneer.

In a moment, a low cry rang out in the palace: "Empress, Empress"

A little eunuch trembled his legs and stepped out of the main hall.

A shrill voice resounded in the palace: "The queen has passed away!" ”

Lan Zhizhen, who was hugging Qiu Fengyi and laughing and playing, was stunned.

Qiu Fengyi frowned, turned around and hugged Lan Zhizhen's face, and exhaled, "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?!" ”

"What's wrong?!" Lan Zhizhen tilted his head and smiled.

"Ahh Qiu Fengyi exclaimed, only then did she realize that she had been beaten and picked up by Lan Zhizhen.

"Majesty!" With a shy look on her face, Qiu Fengyi lifted her fingers as thin as green onions and pushed Lan Zhizhen's chest slightly.

This action of wanting to welcome and refuse made Lan Zhizhen squint: "Today is so unlucky, why don't you help me go to the bad luck?"

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Lan Jingrou closed her eyes, only feeling that the pain of death had been too long.

Xu had been lying down for a long time, and she raised her hand stiffly, but suddenly froze.

She remembered that her right hand had already been smashed by Lan Jingqin with a stool before, how could she still move?

Suddenly I opened my eyes, and as far as I could see, it was no longer the golden palace, but a twinkling starry sky.

"Am I dead??? Is this hell?! Raised her hand slightly to support her forehead, but Lan Jingrou found that her fingers were sticky, and she put it between her nose and smelled it, a smell of blood.

Looking left and right, Lan Jingrou suddenly widened her eyes as if she had discovered something terrifying.

This scene is so familiar

Lan Jingrou couldn't believe it, she actually returned to the time when she first crossed over.

Looking down, the pair of small hands that came into his eyes were more certain of Lan Jingrou's thoughts.

"Second Miss! Second Miss! ~~~~~~~~~~~”

Bursts of shouts came from far and near, Lan Jingrou frowned and looked up.

She still remembers that when she was pushed into the cliff, she was also found back in the early morning, and then, as soon as it was dark, she received the holy order to enter the palace for the draft.

Looking at the firelight that was getting closer and closer, Lan Jingrou suddenly thought, if she wasn't found back now, if she wasn't in King Ning's Mansion at dawn, then wouldn't she have received the holy decree of entering the palace for the draft?!

Thinking like this, Lan Jingrou did not hesitate, dragged the ankle that was broken, and moved step by step to the barren grass under the cliff.

The group of people gradually approached, and Lan Jingrou gradually saw the family members clearly.

It was the few people who brought themselves back to King Ning's Mansion from the bottom of the cliff after they crossed at the beginning.

"Eh, according to Miss Four, it should be in this position?! How could this not be?! ”

What do you mean?

Lan Jingrou was stunned, what do you mean by what Miss Fourth said?!